This song is not about you    It's not about me    It's about the blood and the blade    Stabbed into the back of somebody    Somebody who is someone who is stable    But still remains unable to really be himself    Cause if he were he    Than she would still be with somebody    And not someone else       This song is not about me    And the battles that I've won    It's about the warped kitchen floor    From the water left on to run    And the pile of dirty dishes    That are never done    And the ashes in the sink    Floating in the water    Somebody doesn't wanna    But somebody oughta       Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while    Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while       This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees    Masked with melodies    There's no way to let go, no way to forget    That there's nowhere to grow    Just the room to regret    Where she holds him back confined to a space    But she holds somebody in the first place       Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while    Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while       Somebody is stranded light years from home    On a planet where people    Are not like his own    Where they pay to be brainwashed    And told what to see    And not many dare question authority    Where a sick television is coughing up blood    And it stains every life and it's starting to flood    Fills the holes in our brains    As it pour from the screens    And it stains the newspapers and the magazines       Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while    Lay down the law, don't change your style    Lead on to leave    Baby come on back for a while